It's alright, can I see you later tonight? You're so fine, younger than the others, it's not right 'Cause you know I'm restless to you, how you get me
The land of plenty is the land of privilege For your blue-eyed culture deprived American boy You got your dicks in a twist and you're raising your fist
The land of plenty is the land of privileged For your blue eyed culture deprived American boy You got your dicks in a twist And you're raising your fist
He's a bullshit king and he dwells in his cave He'll tell you pretty things just to make you behave He knows the tricks of his trade He's got all his
(Natural Born Killers soundtrack) One way or the other I'm a bad brother Word to the mother fucker I'm a bad brother Juliette Lewis: Born bad, Born
Woman, skip in and walk Like you own the place, baby Move on, you gotta get Your groove on and take it all Didn't you want to change the world Like a
(Polly Jean Harvey Cover, from Strange Day soundtrack) I can hardly wait It's been so long I've lost my taste Say angel come Say lick my face Let fall
I felt you watching me Eyes dripping like a drink Past the conversation That fell from my lips There's always a wordless sound That goes spinning wide
One midnight call changed it all I sit in silence and reach into the distance A brother's sentence, forever villainized No chance of redemption, no matter
Obiviously you were a killer I could tell by your hooded eyes You got the ladies in waiting Lighting up like fire flies I always knew you were a killer
It's too late All the lights are out All the kids have played Now I've lost my way, but anyway Heartache and pain baby I know my name right now And you
you want Everything you want is everything you need Oh, hey Joe, I'm so sorry for you now 'cause you'll never live me down I'm the girl in the Licks Juliette, Juliette
You told a lie You make up stories You say, "Wake up, I'm stuck I'm comin' around, I'm on fire" You're so alive You got the good juice I feel alright
I'm actin' cold I feel scared and I'm all alone I'm just wishin' that you don't ever leave No matter how hard I make it seem Pray for the band Latoya
It was a thousand pound weight Moon down on the sun I lost you sleeping, took off with my fun You'll find the door on the other side, other side I'll
Money in my pocket Setting fire to a second rate dream Cashing a check in You've gotta change the dead red like a mean green A crime less time and I
I thought I needed redemption but I let that thought go I guess, I'll cut my losses and turn my tricks at the magic show You spin your wheels through
